By the time Marcus turns around again, there's a cat-shaped Salem sitting calmly on Dan's lap, and Dan slumped over slightly-- but he looks awake and aware. Enough so, at least, that there doesn't seem to be immediate danger.

Dan waits, vaguely aware but not searching, of the importance of what's being said to the wolf. It's clear neither Trass nor Salem are the pets they would appear to be, at first glance. It's a comforting thought, as is the knowledge that Marcus will come get into the truck, and that he will let Dan be near him.

The corner of his mouth pulls up as he realizes this is something-- special.